Friday, May 14, 2010

The Jeep Compass did what two airplanes couldn't do today. It got us safely to the Yellow Rose Ranch in Texas (the Ferri homestead).

We got up at 4:15am and flew from St. Louis to Dallas. We then flew from Dallas to San Antonio, circled a whole bunch of times, suffered through some nasty turbulence, circled a bunch more times, and ended up in Houston. Houston is not equal to San Antonio.

After sitting on the runway for quite some time with no indication that we would fly today, we took matters into our own hands... and by took matters into our own hands, I mean Tom took the steering wheel of a Jeep Compass into his hands and drove the necessary 4 1/2 hours to get from point A to point B...

About 14 hours after our alarm clock jolted us awake this morning, we finally arrived in Medina to celebrate Daria's birthday weekend. I think I'm going to go sleep about it now.

1 comments:

I hate it when that happens! Sometimes that's just how air travel is... unpredictable (thanks to weather). My husband is a pilot, so I hear lots of fun stories about airline mishaps and inconveniences. And I agree, Houston is not equal to San Antonio. Better luck getting back home! :)